#yuri.docx

[2016]

Yuri isn't new to tv shows but a reality show and being part of the panel was indeed new. She's used to fashion related shows but she's not one to show herself on national tv for such shows that she has no knowledge in. The producers kept on asking her to appear on the show though as she's one of the most influencial models in the fashion industry of South Korea. She's been on numerous commercials and her face is no stranger to magazine spreads. She's seen on billboards to tv advertisments and huge events. 

"Do I look fine?" She asks her stylist who couldn't believe that Yuri would ask such question. "Stop being so nervous. You can do this." Her manager tells her. For someone whose work is only doing photoshoots and commercial films, she has two managers. One male and one female, beating the idol groups who all have one manager to take care of them. "Yeah. I can do this." Yuri tells herself and nods as she gets up from her seat, coming out of the waiting room and walking behind her two managers who keep people from approaching her. As far as she knows, she's just a model. Not some celebrity whose status is far beyond the stars. 

Guided by the staff to her seat five minutes before the shoot began, Yuri bows to everyone else who will be taking part on the shoot. "Hi, I'm Yuri. This is my first time on this show. Please take good care of me." Tucking stray strands of her hair behind her ear. It's not that hard to tell that she's a model. With her tall height and flawless skin, she could pass for an idol but her styling and her walk says it all. The others greeted her and she shyly retreats to her seat, grabbing the bottle of water and taking a sip. She finishes her drink and notices someone familiar seated next to her. It's the handsome celebrity chef she always watches. Kang Shiwoo. He looks way more attractive in person and Yuri greets him with a wide smile. 

"Hello, I'm Kwon Yuri." Getting up on her seat and bowing to him before reaching out for his hand. A small handshake that catches the eyes of the camera crew who does some test shots on them. "I'm new here so I don't have much of an idea on what's going to happen. Please take good care of me." The conversation could've ended there but Yuri can't keep it to herself. She whispers to his direction, keeping their conversation discreet and avoiding anyone else from eavesdropping. "I'm a big fan of yours, Kang Shiwoo-ssi." Dipping her head into a small bow once more. It won't hurt to let him know she admires him and that she's a fan of his.. right? 

She wasn't supposed to be here. Yuri has never been fond of driving her car, she preferred to take the motorcycle but she was bringing food with her and she wouldn't expect him to eat cold food. She never fed him cold food. It was always warm. Yuri always wanted him to feel at home, rested and well fed due to his exhausting line of work. That was before. 

So the question is, why did she make this bento box and drove all the way to his office? It's his birthday. She heated up the seats for herself and the passenger side for the food. Trying her best to keep it warm throughout the drive. It's pretty late. Around dinner time already. Could it be that he has had his dinner already? With Sooyoung? With his family? His future in-laws? Yuri tries to ignore those thoughts and takes her phone out. 

[ ➤ Liar ] It's your birthday today. [ ➤ Liar ] Did you have dinner already? [ ➤ Liar ] Not that I care. I'm just curious. [ ➤ Liar ] Reply quickly. I'm busy. [ ➤ Liar ] Are you at your office today? [ ➤ Liar ] Have you gone home already? [ ➤ Liar ] Don't ask me why I'm asking you these things. [ ➤ Liar ] Just answer them. 

Yuri didn't want to be nice or soft. She has been fighting with herself on how to treat Seunghyun. He's probably confused. Wondering how the hell he's gonna deal with her. She has never been this complicated to him. He called her an angel, for goodness' sake. Now she's just sarcastic and mean to him. Not that fame got to her, no, it never did. She's sweet and nice, just not to him. They both know the reasons why. 

"You're so stupid, Kwon Yuri. Why are you even doing this?" Taking a deep breath, she gets out of the car with the food at hand. Heading towards the building as she takes a deep breath. "Here's to hoping this food doesn't go to waste." She put so much effort into the food and on herself. Why did she pick a short white dress? Why is she wearing the perfume he loves so much on her? Why is she going this far for him, knowing he broke her heart to pieces? Love is blind, yes it is. But was all this for love or was this to find the closure she's been dying to have? 

⏯ @247jiyong 

Long before her face was almost on every page of the magazines and every advertisement you can see on tv, Yuri was a victim of many things that a girl of her age wasn’t supposed to be. She met a boy of her age that seemed like he didn’t have any direction in life so the school guidance counselor decided to put them together. Oddly enough, they share the same surname. Kwon. She became his private tutor, having to keep him from missing out on school as his grades reflected her own. While he was causing trouble, she was making sure he was aware of the things that he should know in class. In return, he taught her how to party. She didn’t want to be at home anyway so going out partying with him was a better option. 

When things got too hard for her and she decided that the only way to handle things was to run away from home, he was the very first person she called. To save her in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. Looking like a mess, trembling and in tears as she held her belongings closely to her chest. He’s the only person he knew about the abuse, the bruises, the trauma, the rape, the fear and everything else.

“Hubby! Kwon seobang!” She called him with a large backpack over her shoulder as he came out of Lush. Here she was again, depending on him. Waving her hand a little with an excited smile on her face. “I’m gonna have to stay with you for a while.” She says right away so he couldn’t say no. “Just like before. Adult sleepover. We can order pizza and watch Netflix.” Looking around uneasily, her voice then becomes a little quieter. “Some fan has been sending weird things to me lately. In his recent gift, it says he’s watching me.” Raising her right hand to swear she didn’t cause any trouble. It was funny how as they got older, their fates have changed. Yuri was the one causing more troubles now. “Someone knocked on my door at 9 pm, hubby. Then gave me a box with a magnifying glass inside and a dozen photos of me. It means, he’s watching me closely and I don’t feel like it’s safe to stay at my apartment.” She was alone in a literal sense.

⏯ @247parkyongguk 

It’s the first phone call that Yuri got from her grandmother after so many years. Who would expect an old lady whose doctors gave her an ultimatum only a few years to live as soon as they found about her illness that Yuri still has no idea of up until now. The chairwoman of Asan Medical Center, her grandmother, calls her to meet the old lady for fitting for a dress and some tea. Yuri doesn’t expect herself to be able to step back into the Kwon Mansion anytime soon. Not until her grandmother has thrown off the guilt she still feels for the fate that Yuri suffered at the hands of her uncle. 

The ride towards the location felt short, her feet felt heavy as she got closer and closer to where her grandmother was. “Come, my child.” Her grandmother calls her, Yuri simply walked closer and dipped her head into a bow. “Today, you must accompany me. We will meet your future in-laws.” She stood still in silence and simply listened to her grandmother speak. “You’re the only heir and I am not going to die without making sure that you will have someone to help you and guide you in this life.” Everything else was a blur. Her response was short. “Yes, grandmother.” 

She tried one dress after the other. Her grandmother said no to most of them. She seeks perfection and as the only living and legal Kwon heiress, she shall deliver perfection. Then she comes across a bodycon blush dress that almost looks white. Thinking that it could please her grandmother, Yuri slips into it and she finally sees that smile on her grandmother’s face. There was not much to say between them because they never really were ones to talk especially when Yuri grew up in Japan and never really got herself close to any of her relatives. 

“Keep your chin high, Yuri. You’re a Kwon. They asked for your hand.” Her grandmother reminded her as her hair and makeup was being done. It was normal for her to see herself looking like a million dollars, but this time, she was actually carrying the Kwon name on her shoulders. A bigger burden than anything else. Dressed like the heiress that she is, Yuri and her grandmother steps into the black car that is waiting for them outside to take them to her future in-laws’ residence. “Remember your manners, Yuri.” She was reminded as they arrived at the beautiful home. It looks like the man she will be marrying (or not) isn’t just from any family but a family that meets their level. 

⏯ @yixing247​ 

After a long day of work, Yuri wasn’t in the mood to go back home without a decent meal but she wasn’t going to go home to cook, she didn’t feel like doing doing so. She asks her manager to pull up the large black van near a well known and expensive restaurant. Bidding them goodbye as people stare at her descend from the vehicle. There were small murmurs from people who have seen her. 

It was so easy to recognize her since she’s been in countless commercials and she graced the pages of not only local magazines but also international ones. “Hello.” She greets those who have recognized her, smiling as she walks into the restaurant confidently, dining for one. A few eyes had followed her, some recognize her from the television and some, know her from somewhere, some of them, from Cheongnam. And frankly, her impression to those from Cheongnam wasn’t good. She was with the Plastics back then. Her so called friends and she dominated the school then. 

⏯ @chanyeolx247 

The sun shines down on her that afternoon as the summer breeze blows her brunette hair. Bowing her head at the staff who she just worked with for Cosmopolitan’s new issue for next month. After being in Japan for so long, she finally was able to set foot back in South Korea. This may be a part of Seoul she wasn’t really familiar with but it didn’t matter. She wasn’t sure how to ask directions and she felt embarrassed because her Korean sounds a bit off. Sometimes she responds in Japanese. Mixing up words and making a fool out of herself. 

Yuri smooths out her plaid shirt and black shorts, slipping on her sunglasses. The journey to the unknown path back to her apartment. She wanted to take the subway or the bus instead of the cab like the usual. Stepping out into the streets of Seoul with a positive thought in mind, Yuri finds herself walking around the same street like she was in some kind of matrix. “Am I lost?” She wondered out loud. Taking her phone out from her back pocket, she walks with her eyes glued to the screen of her iPhone. “This isn’t Tokyo, Yuri. Snap out of it.” shaking her head as she sighs out in exhaustion. Taking a chance on maybe finding something good along the way. 

@jongin247​ 

Kwon Yuri has always been loved by the public. Not only because of her beautiful face and fit body, but also because of her angelic personality. Everyone finds her polite and considerate even. She's generous and kind, they said. She is. But the art of deceit was something she learned after getting her heart broken big time. She's not fully blaming the person who broke her heart, she takes half the blame for being so naive and inexperienced. 

After that, she's taken her time to learn how to deal with people in the fashion industry. Many parents have stated that she would be the perfect daughter-in-law and she always showed respect towards elderly. It's a different story when the light goes low and the alcohol kicks in. She attended the event with a halo on top of her head, looking like all she's missing was a pair of wings. The older ones have left the event right after it ended but for the younger guests, just as herself, it's just about to begin. The afterparty is what everyone is waiting for. 

Getting herself out of the long dress and putting her hair up. Yuri arrives at the party in a short backless dress. Enough to show some skin but decent enough to go around and not get disrespected. She's greeted by guys offering her drinks as soon as she arrived. She takes the drinks gratefully, not even bothered by the amount of alcohol she had to take in such a short time. Jiyong trained her in high school and getting her drunk has slowly become close to impossible. Enjoying the drinks and even collecting wines at home proves the fact that she loves to drink. "Sorry boys, I gotta go." Yuri tells them, raising the empty glass and handing it back to the male before striding past them with a sweet smile on her lips. 

The music was loud but it wasn't to the point that you can't have a decent conversation with someone. Snatching a glass of champagne from the tray along the way as she walks around, away from the pack of wolves who were a group of nicely dressed young gentlemen earlier that evening. Soon after she evades them, she finds a familiar face. A face she's seen before. Probably somewhere. But his features somewhat remind him of someone else. Then it hits her. His name is Kim Jongin and he's no other than her ex-fiancé's brother. Just when she thought this night couldn't get more interesting, fate decides to give her a chance to meet her ex-fiancé's family, his brother at least. Yuri makes her way to approach him. 

⏯ @bbhx247 

Even for a famous model like Yuri herself, school was still a priority for her. She’s in her final year already and graduation was just around the corner. Yuri wanted to learn as much as she could before her University life passes her by so quickly. They came to Albee Theater to watch the dry rehearsal. It was their requirement for their acting class. Yuri knew that this was her chance to learn from the professionals. 

She had always dreamed of doing music and being under the spotlight, unlike her parents who took medicine and were both successful doctors. The whole class was fully absorbed as they watched the actors on stage. She felt like she was in a trance as the performance comes to an end. The applaud then fills her ears and she applauds as well. The actors then ask if they had any questions and they were told that they can go ask freely.